stolen by the hypo crates
ask me
at every second
where is my love
I ask instead
at every corner
beauty is there
but darling
you are that beautiful
no one accepts you
a fit guy around
some see your physique
the golden guys
the empty lines
the destiny of
wisdom infinite
the mirage of my love
strikes
as if
my love is just at my hand's distance
while I know
tu kahin bhi nahin hei
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